The brilliant fires of purple raged in the gaunt halls of the old manor, smacked with the waves like the ocean rising up and kissing the shore with all of its might. Today was no ordinary day, no. It was a day of fire, which I could feel in my bones. I paced the hall frantically, with the heels of my boots clicking against the hard marble with all of their might. Today I was to defend my title, against all odds. A flurry of voices filled the room, those with anticipation, and others out for blood. The fine marble floors, designed with all of their intricate designs wood be covered in someone’s blood today, but to whom, it was a mystery.
My position had been challenged, and per the rule of the courts, I must defend my honor, to my untimely death. The room was alive with the raging fires behind me. I had stepped into the dragons den, and today I must stand my trial by fire. Through the grand doors at the far end of the hall, burst a lively, if not angry devil of a man. Dressed in a long, formal black trench coat, he looked slick and fiery. He wore a fine purple button up shirt, with a matching vest and finely trimmed suit pants. his slick, greased back black hair was firmly shaped, ready for a trial by anger.
With a deep breath, he flicked the jacket from his shoulders, where it collapsed against the cool ground without a second thought. He smiled, his firmly trimmed bead gave off the sense of superiority, and anger. I swear that I could see canine fangs hidden behind that devilish smile.
Myself, I couldn’t help but dare a devilish grin. What a fool he was, to think that he could step right into my house, and act so carelessly. Who could dare to challenge the best, the greatest like me. I puffed up my chest, ready for the battle before me. A game of wits, one best played between two gentlemen, who were no strangers to death.
I called upon the energy of the other side. I could feel the purple lightning filling my veins, and arching across my body. Filled with electricity, I could feel my eyes rolling back into my skull. The crowd had grown silent, and unmoving. Not even a faint murmur could be heard from anyone. I straightened my fine linens, and ruffled the loose tie that stood ‘round my neck.
Between us two, stood a judge. He was finely dressed from head to toe, wrapped in the finest cloth, and dressed most dapper. His aging blonde hair was neatly trimmed, with a matching worn golden monocle, and aging face. He looked between the two of us, making sure we were ready. Our fiendish nods in agreement seemed to bother no one. So began the count, that would determine our fate.
“One,”
“Two,”
“Three!”
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